Your eyes are like baby blue bowling balls
Knocking over the ten pins of my heart.
I want you to cover these bedroom walls
Using true blue love graphs and fly pie charts.
Your lips are the color of garden beets,
Kissing them now is all I can think of.
When you Arm & Hammer my smelly feet,
Knowledge dawns: I have found my one true dove.
Your brain reeks of learning and college rooms;
Dating you is like the best thing I do!
You clean me with scrubbing and swooshing brooms;
Cindy there is no choice: I must keep you!